No wonder the young girl was eager to ask about the Mother Goddess's condition at first, and upon hearing that the Mother Goddess was also unwell, she seemed so sorrowful, not even revealing the truth, but rather urging him to leave quickly...
After all, what can a deity who has fallen from the Divine Throne for a million years do?
What can a divine envoy of a deity who can hardly protect themselves do?
Jing Qiu looked up at the well-protected, perfect, majestic, and exalted statue of the God.
Crimson rainwater gathered on the statue's brow, then dripped down, making people mistaken for the God as crying, shedding tears of blood.
He murmured to himself.
Is it so, Hel?
What can a deity fallen from the Divine Throne for a million years do?
You...would be angry, too?
...
Somewhere, at some moment.
Hel walked out of the Pure Land and stood in the rainwater of the Bitter Sea.
